Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that wants your SOUL.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A wrought-iron gate
A Heisman Trophy
A Snowbank
A Bullet Used in the Assassination of President Humphrey
A complete Mandelbrot Set, still in the box
A small pair of scissors
A birb
A Pipe Organ from St. Steven's Cathedral
A sheet of metal with the very small atomic scale letters IBM etched into it
A box of honeycomb cereal

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